Creating a World

Writers write worlds. So can I, therefore, write my world? Can I write my future? Can I lay out the tracks to lead to my dreams? What are my dreams? What are my passions? Can I filter out the good from the bad to make a clearer image?

Parents
Siblings
Relatives

Friends

Strangers

The World

I am influenced.


I am conflicted between what I WANT to do
And what I know I SHOULD do.

Faces fly by
As moments' opportunity
Reach out
And are gone forever.

Every second is an interlude
To something greater or lesser than
What is now.

Dreams

capture me
kiss me

love me

and leave me

pondering my predicaments apart.

The pieces are there

on the floor

and the door

is ajar

calling me

to travel afar

Singing soothingly:

"be who you are,

what worlds may come

love yourself,

and love everyone"